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You don't like dirt and I'm sick of cute (Six strings can lie) I'm elated now, the bigger picture lies a thousand fold The whine is spoiled. The whine is bored. (It never gets any better like 15 going on 35) You could never ever (Win 2000 years out of mind, And now it's 15 going on 35) Optimism isn't congruent with my love life Just have Ms. O'Toole take care of your needs (Facades are boring when it's 15 going on 35) It starts out so small and it should stay the same. Five o'clock news: The proportions are boring. If it came out no more, Would the front page make it aware. It's hardly productive to fight on the astral plane (You'll never beat me if you never could win) They'll enjoy the view Your point of view Is is a spectacle if it's your imagination Aus Songtexte Mania